by KJ Hannah Greenberg
Sudden fruit swells leaf circles,
Moves bits of brown, sweeps red, then pulls
My heart as does your blue-green-gray
Sparkle. I return my shine your way.
Little nut-gatherers, we steal
Autumn’s fresh treasure, through our appeal
For surplus. Your hushed, stealthy looks
Catches mine near housework, brooks
Lashes, lips, freckles, smiles; we praise
Cool seasons, bright nights, shortened days.
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